Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.